Rant No.1

I always wanted to know what the fuck it is that everyone else wanted to know. Did anybody ever really know? We seem to battle with ourselves, and each other. Without doubt, it is all subjective and relative and transient. We all die anyway. Some of us try to figure out what the fuck it is that keeps us going, what keeps us from ending it all. “Suicide is easy.” It is easy. Maybe there are better things to do with your life than just end it by your own hand. But what is better? Live life as an experiment? ...Just keep going until you formulate or articulate something that may help somebody else stay alive long enough to help somebody else stay alive long enough ….. repeat ad lib till fade…… So for example, we can try like a bastard to articulate precisely how hard it may seem to bother your better judgment to stay alive in this farce that calls itself modern society where everything is judged by its’ financial value… FUCK THAT. That’s not what keeps people alive. That’s what makes people kill themselves. Because the truth is that we’ve been lied to from the day we were born. Not blaming the parents (who worked with what they knew - love). But should’nt we, their offspring, have learned something they didn’t have the chance to learn? Possibly, we’ve learned that we should be less judgmental. We are all only human, after all. So maybe we should be easy on ourselves, and each other. And where does that leave us? Right where we started - wondering what the fuck it’s all about. So you wake up in the morning with the responsibilities that you have to deal with and then what? You try to get through life the best you can, and you’re tired at the end, and somewhat less altruistic than different parts of the day found you (tired, hungry, apathetic, enthusiastic, apologetic, pathetic…) Alright already, go to bed, stay smiling… Shutthefuckup.

Smile!